My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo's attack not only stunned the demigod-level expert, but also shocked the entire audience.

Hunter Axe stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by lightning.

He watched as countless orbs of soul light crashed into the audience.

Watching those tens of thousands of nobles, officials, wealthy merchants, and commoners who had just been kneeling on the ground turn into corpses scattered all over the ground in just a few breaths.

My mind went completely blank.

"he……"

His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Lai Hu knelt beside him, his fleshy face now ashen white.

He was the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, and had witnessed countless bloody battlefields and personally killed countless people.

But at this moment, he looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, and the souls that had not yet dispersed.

I felt a chill run down my spine and straight to the top of my head.

"Fifty thousand..." His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, "At least fifty thousand..."

He Yuan's hands were trembling.

The alchemist, who was at level ninety and had followed Li Yiguang for fifteen years, was now holding his short staff, which he never parted with, his knuckles white.

He looked at the young man in black robes standing in the middle of the ruins, at his bloodshot eyes, at his face that was cold to the point of madness, and for the first time felt a fear that went deep into his bones.

"He's gone mad..."

No one responded to him.

Because everyone is looking in the same direction.

Lin Mo.

He stood in the center of the ruins, arms outstretched, letting tens of thousands of souls flood into his body like a tide.

Those souls that had just died hovered, gathered, and merged above his head.

They intertwined and devoured each other, eventually coalescing into a huge, writhing grayish-white sphere.

Inside the sphere, something is taking shape.

The temperature in the arena began to rise.

That temperature struck right into everyone's soul!

It is the temperature at which the soul burns, the temperature at which death condenses.

The air began to distort, and the ground began to crack.

Even the gravity laws set up by the three demigods trembled slightly in the face of this power.

Hunter Axe instinctively took a step back.

He didn't know what it was, but he instinctively sensed danger.

That danger was no less than that of the three demigods.

The temperature is getting higher and higher.

The grayish-white sphere began to deform.

It extends upwards, stretching and outlining a huge silhouette.

First came a pair of wings, wide enough to cover half the sky.

Then came a head, elegant and majestic.

Then, the eerie green flames condensed into feathers—

It spread its wings and cried out to the sky.

That cry was not the chirping of ordinary birds, but the sound of countless souls wailing together.

It was harsh, jarring, and soul-stirring.

Its entire body was engulfed in eerie green flames, flames that were not scorching but rather chilling to the bone—the fire of the soul, the fire of death.

The three demigods all changed color at the same time.

"This is... the Netherfire Phoenix!? A legendary creature! It's actually been summoned!"

The old man in the gray robe narrowed his eyes, and the playful look on his face completely disappeared.

The burly man in black, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, instinctively assumed a fighting stance, his body crackling with lightning.

The old woman gripped her wooden cane tightly, the green life force flowing through her fingertips, but unusually, she didn't act immediately.

The phoenix of hellfire swooped down!

The eerie green flames transformed into a colossal wave, sweeping towards the three demigods!

The burly man in the black outfit snorted coldly and raised his hand, unleashing a thick bolt of lightning.

Lightning collided with green flames, exploding into countless points of light.

The green flame was partially dispersed, but it quickly reformed.

It was as if they hadn't been hurt at all.

"As expected, they are immortal."

The old man in the gray robe frowned deeply.

The phoenix of hellfire pounced again.

Its claws tore through the air, each claw carrying the resentment of countless souls.

It is not afraid of lightning and ignores gravity.

Even when struck by the old woman's life law, it only paused briefly before continuing its attack.

But its opponents were, after all, three demigods.

The burly man in the black outfit unleashed increasingly fierce lightning, each strike blasting a large hole in its body.

The old woman's life law was its nemesis; the green flames dissipated at a visible speed under the erosion of the green light.

The gray-robed elder didn't even actually make a move; he merely used the laws of gravity to restrict its movements, which plunged it into a fierce battle.

But no matter how they attacked it, it wouldn't fall.

The hole that had been blasted open was quickly filled with new green flames.

The eroded parts are quickly replenished by new souls.

Like a true phoenix, it is reborn in flames every time it is on the verge of death.

"Damn it!"

The burly man in the black outfit had veins bulging on his forehead.

"What's wrong with this thing?! It's unkillable!"

The old man in the gray robe did not answer.

He looked towards the center of the arena, towards the culprit—

Lin Mo.

The young man in black robes was now extremely weak.

He knelt on one knee, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, panting heavily.

His black robe was already tattered, revealing a crisscrossing network of wounds beneath.

His face was as pale as paper, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were sunken.

It felt like all my strength had been drained away.

Yin Xue was lying on his shoulder, equally weak.

The usually arrogant and domineering little devil now had glazed eyes, was soaked in sweat, and had his little wings drooping limply.

She was still burning her source energy, still using her last strength to resist the laws of gravity, but the light was already so faint that it was almost invisible.

Mianmian nestled on his other shoulder, curling herself into a small, pinkish-white ball.

She knew she couldn't help.

She knew she was too small and too weak; in a battle of this level, she wasn't even cannon fodder.

So the only thing she could do was not cause trouble.

She huddled there, motionless.

Only those compound eyes were fixed on Lin Mo.

His eyes were full of worry and concern.

Lin Mo raised his head.

He glanced at the three demigods who were fighting the phoenix in the sky.

He glanced again at the constantly rotating portal of light that hovered atop the altar.

The entrance to the Glory Judgment Secret Realm.

He supported himself on the ground and slowly stood up.

My legs are shaking.

My hands were shaking.

But he stood up.

He mustered all his strength, defying the increasingly heavy forces of gravity, and took a step forward.

The hunter's axe eyes widened.

"What is he going to do?"

Laihu was stunned.

He Yuan nearly dropped the short cane in his hand.

Everyone watched as the swaying figure walked step by step toward the center of the arena.

There is an altar.

That is the entrance to the secret realm.

"not good!"

The old woman was the first to react.

Her gaze pierced through the phoenix's green flames and landed on Lin Mo, her pupils suddenly contracting.

"He's going into the secret realm!"

The old man in the gray robe's expression changed.

"That secret realm was sent down by the gods; only those below level 70 can enter!"

The burly man in the black outfit didn't waste any words.

He raised his hand and unleashed a bolt of lightning, which transformed into a thick bolt of lightning and struck towards Lin Mo!

That was too fast.

They were so fast that the Hunter Axe and his men didn't even have time to react.

But Lin Mo reacted instinctively.

He directly used the skill with the lowest cost, which was also the only skill he could use at the moment.

[Mirror Image]!

Just as the lightning was about to strike him, his body swayed slightly.

A clone identical to him appeared where he had been standing.

He himself, taking advantage of the short displacement when the skill was activated, managed to move half a meter to the side.

Lightning struck the clone.

The clone vanished instantly.

At this moment, Lin Mo had already arrived at the entrance to the Glory Judgment Secret Realm.

He reached out and touched the gate of light.

"Don't let him in!"

"Damn it! Stop!"

"Hold!"

……

The roars of three demigods echoed behind him, but he did not turn around.

His body disappeared into the light.

The next second, the portal trembled slightly before returning to calm.

Lin Mo's figure then disappeared.